( Her lip curls back in revulsion. Emilia looks unmoved by his screams, to the point one might think her wholly unfeeling. No one would believe she holds compassion at all, even though she does, and deeply — for his victim. )

Massarir is dead. You have killed her.

( She will say that as many times as she needs to. )

And there aren't enough mirror shards in this world to cure you of your weakness. Your entitlement. ( The vines now reach his knees, their grip tightening as the truth spell takes full effect. Chokes at him just the same.

She repeats, her voice now dark and piercing, ) Confess.